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Groupie
Join Date: Nov 2004
Posts: 12
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What the hell is your name
And can you explain this mess It seems your playing a game Where you only know how to take out the best Cause if *******s could fly This place would be busier than O'Hare There's proof in the sky It's as thick as our skulls yet it's thinner than air I have something to say If the chip off your shoulder should fall to your chest Get it off right away Cause if you don't then it won't be in peace that you rest It's just a matter of time That we all go away to a better place I'm told It all sounds well and fine But without you around I feel nothing but cold And I now have nothing But your heartbeat in my head And a photograph of my traveling friend And I became nothing when I found you were dead When I found out I'd never see you again And all the time they took talking in circles To get them off the hook would take miracle workers We're nowhere near prepared there's no way of knowing Why don't they just admit they're scared Cause its already showing Alkaline Trio-You're Dead these guys sure as hell do know how to write a good song. they come up with some of the wiset similies and metaphores |
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